A legend, which spreads from darkness.
A prophecy of the land. {var Delta=Spun}
A world of balance, light and dark. For millenia, this's went on, but hark.
If doors unlocked, the silence grows, and guardians form from the shadow.
Temmie wears the hat.
Their hopes and dreams, their will, it bends. A herald of the world's inevit'ble end.
The three-eyed shall utter "Princess" and "Hand Sanitizer."
But now, at the kingdom's time of need, they send to help it heroes three.
The emperor's travel meets an untimely end.
A riddle's first half.
A riddle's last half.
A riddle's whole.
The Angel makes haste with holy spear.
and fights our heroes, the world shall hear.
But now, at the kingdom's time of need, they send to help it heroes three.
Their hopes and dreams, their will, it bends. A herald of the world's inevit'ble end.
If doors unlocked, the silence grows, and guardians form from the shadow.
The third hero, the princess, with them in the dark.
The ruler of web, pierced orange by spear.
The first hero, the knight, with human will and heart!
At last was the boy, and last was the boy.
The second hero, the boy, with faith cracked apart.
Gallery.
Determination finds its way to the boy.
The boy.
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Roots.
The final legend. The tale's conclusion.
To free the lands, there is a single way.
They'll see the harvest of dream's scythe.
They'll hear the nightmare's claw take rise.
Temmie wears the hat.
The judge, trapped in time.
The squire, vanquished, will finally meet with the evil.
A world of balance, light and dark. For millenia, this's went on, but hark.
Their hopes and dreams, their will, it bends. A herald of the world's inevit'ble end.
If doors unlocked, the silence grows, and guardians form from the shadow.
The final legend. The tale's conclusion.
And then when all faith is lost for the myth
The calamity shall rear its ugly fist.
To free the lands, there is a single way.
Only then, will this world be purified.
Staff created from the goat's grand trident.
Something terrifying stands with the blade.
For to save the lands, the last of any choice,
Everything's start, in the beginning, of the myth spoken of a darker ending.
Of devotion and faith, of love and hate, the nightmares of judgements that foreshadow the gates.
This was the legend of {var Delta=Spun.}
